by Naomi Lucas
Her eyes meet mine. Her lips tremble.
Oh, how I want her lips to tremble upon mine.
I shift closer, and she doesn’t startle away. “You may hide as long as you want, but never from me. I will give you what you need.” My desire for her makes me her begging slave.
A glittering tear beads on the corner of her eye. This time when she nods, I accept it. I want to know why it’s there, why she’s suddenly changed, but I don’t ask. I curl my finger and bring it slowly to her face. She stiffens but doesn’t move as I catch her tear, softly wiping the skin under her eye and taking the tear away.
I lick it from my finger.
I watch her while I do it. Dewy lips parted and eyes wide as black stones—filled with confusion—fill my vision. I savor the salty taste of her.
“You’re not like any man I have ever known,” she breathes.
“Do not speak of other males,” I growl as a fresh wave of jealousy invades. “I cannot bear it.” No new tears form on her lashes. No more salt. I settle back to enjoy her nudity once more. “Drop your arms, female. No more hiding.”
She hesitates, and I wait for her to decide. Slowly, she lowers her arms again. My scales flutter down my back. My female, naked, for me and only for me. Only ever for me. How I’ve imagined this countless times, in many ways, but none of it was as delicious as the real thing.
Gemma will always be naked in my mind, with nothing but her red hair to cover her.
Her breasts are shapely, and the rosy tips are pointed, readied to be teased. The way they appear on her chest makes me hungry to take them in my hands and explore. Seeing her breasts reminds me of my young self, viewing a naked female on a screen for the first time.
A strand of her hair slips to fall upon her chest, and my muscles tense.
“Vruksha?” she says my name in question. I check her lashes but still see no new tears.
“Yes?”
“Have you ever been with a woman before?”
My head cants. “Woman? Females are gone.” I thought I told her this.
“Why? Where are they?”
It is not a subject I want to speak of. “They die during birth. Long ago, those who were left fled together from these lands, never to return. That is all I know.”
“Oh.”
I slip my gaze back to her body, lower this time, dropping down until I’m eye level with her sex—the enticing mound between her thighs. A mound with no hair. I see the peak of her little, swollen nub. She clamps her legs together.
“Open them,” I demand.
“You can—”
“Open them. Do not make me ask again.”
“I need to wash!”
I shoot her a look of uncaring frustration, and her mouth closes tight. She scents of heaven and rain to me.
For a short time, all I hear are her breaths. “You won’t touch?”
This time, it’s me who shakes my head.
She inhales and shifts her feet apart. It’s not enough to sate my curiosity. “Where’s your hair?”
“I… don’t have hair there. Not anymore.” Her voice is no louder than a whisper.
I hum, staring at the milky gift. My prize.
“Can I close them now?”
“I want more.”
“More?” she squeaks. It’s a funny sound coming from her throat. My eyes snap up, and she’s staring at me dumbfounded.
“More. I demand to see it.”
Her cheeks redden feverishly. “I can’t.”
“Yes. You can.”
“No one’s ever—”
“I will, now,” I snap. “Now, or the exchange is off.”
Her chest rises and falls, and she’s hidden her breasts behind her arms again. She’ll lower them when I demand it, I am sure of this now.
But I grow impatient at her continued hesitation.
“Gemma,” I rasp, “Let me see what I have won. You are a prize, one I will die for, die to keep, and I will see what I have won.” If she backs out now, I don’t know what I’ll do.
A terrible tension is filling my loins.
Her feminine heat is so close, it’s upon my face, where I am as a servant before her. Her scent, purely female, is in my nostrils. My member is engorged, swollen with spill and dripping.
She shudders at my words, like they tickle her, and her legs twitch. To my surprise, she drops her arms to grip the edge of the crate, hauling herself to sit up upon it. I rise as she does, and she deliberately spreads her legs. Choosing to show me what I want to see so badly.
At once, I’m at the crux of her thighs, staring at her center with a strangled growl.
Luscious nether lips meet my gaze. Pink and succulent and precious. They cling together with glistening arousal, obscuring my view of her center. Her female button is on display, framed by two indents of flesh. It’s tiny and perfect, and my mouth waters to press it, to get a reaction from her.
What would she do if I touched her and did just that?
I close my eyes and groan.
Her legs slam closed, but her knees catch on my arms. In a flash, I’m pressing them open with my hands, flush and spread against the edge of the crate.
Gemma jumps, struggles and I hold her still. Her hands grip my hands, tugging. “You said—”
I squeeze her thighs. “You touched me first, twice.”
Her nostrils flare, and her hands go white where they’re gripping mine. She shakes under my grip, but I dive back down between her legs, uncaring.
Her folds are open now, and they are slick.
The little hole that’ll take my member is sweetly on display. It’s tight and closed. Primitive, hungering need slams into me.
She’s so tense I can see her quiver as I stare at it.
“Mine,” I breathe.
To be this close to my mate and not have her?
It’s heaven and torture all at once.
I do not envy the naga males who did not capture a female. I do not envy them at all. Because if they knew what they were missing…
Paranoia hits me as hard as my mating fever. If the other males had an inkling of what they were missing, they would never stop coming after us. My tongue slides over my fangs.
I need to claim her, mark her. My eyes dilate.
Tearing my gaze from her sex, I meet her hooded eyes. As I keep them, I slide my hands up her thighs.
Her brow furrows. She is so tense, holding herself prone, she refuses to accept the blatant arousal gathering between her thighs.
She also doesn’t stop me.
I continue sliding my hands until they’re right at the dent of her thighs. Gemma still grips my hands under hers and with an inhale, she releases them.
Triumph.
My member rises, and my tail coils onto the crate, enclosing her in my circle.
Triumph. Yes.
“Yes, female,” I whisper. “Let me in.”
She closes her eyes and leans back on her hands.
With a growl of elation, my fingers inch between her thighs, diving in as I snap forward and suck her tiny button between my lips.
Twelve
Stretched and
Gemma
I gasp, bending back. He said he wouldn’t touch!
But I don’t stop him as he penetrates me, as he pushes his face between my legs and sucks my clit between his lips. Sensation zips up my spine, pleasurable warmth joins it. It feels good.
Vruksha’s touch banishes all my worries.
Somehow… a part of me doesn’t want to stop him.
A niggling thought scratches the back of my mind far too quickly and I grasp onto the pleasure he’s giving me. How does he know we can even have sex together? But I don’t want to think about it. His rough mouth sups at my bud, and the question vanishes. Gasping again, he rolls and hooks his finger inside me, touching my special spot. That elusive spot...
“Rough and wet, like I knew it would be,” he says, mouthing my clit.
My nerves vibrate.
; He pushes a second finger into me, and I grab his head at the invasion. My fingers press into the scales around his hair.
His tail slides across my behind.
I should stop this. I should. I should insist on washing first, but I can’t, because if I do, I know my morals will return and stop this from ever happening again.
Vruksha doesn’t seem to mind, and I don’t understand why. Does he want me this bad? I nearly forget to breathe at the thought. My nails bite into his scalp, digging under his short black hair. He’s voracious and overwhelming, a vampire with his fangs, the red of his scales and skin, could easily be mistaken for blood.
Any woman on The Dreadnaut would kill for such a male to want them how Vruksha wants me.
I’m lucky… in a way...
No, I’m not.
I think this even as I bend forward, wrapping my legs around his head, leveraging my body to move against him.
I’m fantastical. A prize. This alien male wants me. It’s heady and strange and wrong. He wants to protect me with his life. His words are like rare candy to my ears, and I want more of it. His curious, rough fingers roll, curl, and scissor me deeply, doing a number on me that’s not wholly pleasurable, but I like it. My head clouds.
It’s been so long since someone touched me like this.
So long since someone sought to give me pleasure without insisting on something in return. There’s no sex contract with Vruksha, and that should terrify me, but he won’t hurt me. I think.
My toes curl as I lean back again, lifting my hips.
“Yessss, female.” Dark and gritty, his voice makes me squirm.
If I don’t think…
His fingers push deeper, expanding, shooting me up in the air. Zaps of pain mix with excitement at his roughness. He does it again, and I gasp as he pulls me forward with his tail. His head lifts, catching my eyes when he does it again.
“Tight,” is all he says.
Swallowing thickly, heat rises to my cheeks.
My fingers twitch on his scalp where they clutch him, afraid his features might cut me. Vruksha holds me pinned. My legs are on his shoulders, his mouth wet with my arousal, and his tail braced behind me, finishing the trap. His fingers expand inside me again, and I strain for what’s to come.
Madness. I try to thrash, to shimmy for more or less. I don’t know anymore.
He holds me still.
Wicked black eyes pierce my soul. “You’re too tight for me, female,” he growls.
His fingers expand, and I flinch, hips shaking, wanting to beg him to stop. But then his fingers close, and I sag, forgetting the pain, pausing in pleasure.
“Not for much longer…” He pushes a third finger inside me. “I will make us fit.”
“Vruksha!”
He responds by snapping his mouth back over my clit, suckling it. A scream tears from my throat. Tension radiates through me, and as it pulses up from my core and throughout my body, building, his tailtip wraps around my side, under my arm, to curl around my left breast.
Gooseflesh blankets me from the sensation. I glimpse his tailtip flicking my nipple, and my eyes go wide.
He’s not even human! Three fingers expand inside me, and I shriek again. I shouldn’t be doing this with him.
He’s.
Not.
Human.
“Almost,” he mutters before sucking on my clit again.
I brace for his fingers to spread, and this time when they do, throbbing pressure blasts through my body, sending me spiraling. I don’t cry out or scream. I’m silent as he forces an orgasm from my body.
Abrupt and hard, I wasn’t ready for it. Rocking wantonly against his face, frantic for more of what he’s giving me, my mouth opens to release one long, shocked gasp. Spikes of raw pleasure brutalize my swollen sex.
His fingers expand outward hard and I cry out.
“We will fit, Gemma,” he rumbles almost threateningly.
I’m a shaking, stunned mess when his mouth leaves my clit, when he pulls his fingers from my sex, when I feel him move away.
My hold on him loosens. I sag.
For a time, I give in. Even when his body shifts under my legs. I got what I needed, and all I want now is to come down from the sudden high at my own time.
I’m raw. My thoughts are scattered.
Vruksha rises over me, his tail slipping from where it’s propped me up, I lay back on the crate, staring at him through hazy eyes. His hands wrap around my thighs, spreading me wide, and I muster a sated smile.
Pulsations from my orgasm continue, and it hits me… It’s been years.
I haven’t had a night alone since I was given this mission to go to Earth. They’ve all been sleepless with work.
Vruksha’s dark eyes return to steal mine, nearly rabid, staring between my legs with such intensity my body goes rigid. My soul shivers. With his grip on me tightening, something hard presses between my legs.
I gasp as my eyes tear down to see his thick, alien cock pushing into my opening.
Spreading me wide. Much wider than his fingers.
“Wait!”
He pauses with a pained grunt. My lips part and I clench around him. He grunts again. The tip of his shaft is buried, but the rest of him remains poised to join it.
It’s thick and red, but it’s the thickened middle of his cock that tightens my stomach.
It’s not going to fit. Not without discomfort. His cock is really big.
“Female...” Vruksha says, shaking.
Sweat beads his scaleless brow. Wrinkles cover his forehead as he bares his fangs. He licks one, and blood drips onto his lips.
I suck in, sitting back, pulling from his grip.
He doesn’t let me go. He shifts with me, keeping his tip buried, like he may die if it slips out. Part of me wants to let him thrust into me, for me to push on to him, to feel the sensation of his bulge as it enters, but I can’t…
Because I’m terrified.
Something snaps, and I grab his hands, pulling them off my legs. “I can’t,” I gasp, wiggling away.
This time, he lets me, pulling his cock’s head out with an anguished grunt. His small claws graze my skin, leaving red marks behind.
I push my legs together and pull them to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, hiding my chest. His gaze shifts to my face.
“You deny me still? I am heated, and you deny me?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know you,” I whisper.
But that’s not the problem… That’s not why I’m afraid.
“Why?” he hisses, leaning back over me, lust burnishing his face. Lust and misery. His forked tongue licks at the blood on his lips, making me shiver.
“I’m…not ready.”
His chest expands. “Have I not prepared you? Do you need my tail to stretch you? We will fit, little human, I will work your sheath until you take me comfortably.”
I startle. My spine tingles from his words. The perversion of being penetrated by him, of him ‘working me’ in such a way isn’t sending me running like it should.
Instead, I clench damnably. “I can’t.”
“Then I will prepare you some more,” he declares, cupping my knees.
He spreads them.
“Stop! I mean I can’t right now. Right now,” my voice hitches as I push him off me again and move out from under him, standing. “I need to bathe first. I need to bathe,” I say again, backing up. I don’t want to make him angry by telling him the truth: that I’m scared. Of him, of what will happen.
Of what a creature like him could do to me.
And now, of all things, I think of his tail. I glimpse the tip and quickly turn away.
He follows me as I try to put distance between us. “A bath? You need a bath? If you think I am bothered by your arousal… I like you wet.”
My eyes widen with embarrassment. I am wet, really wet. I feel my arousal trickling down my thighs.
I shake my head, searching for sanity.
As far as I
know, there’s no way to wash down in the bunker. There’s no running water. He’ll have to take me out of this hole for one. This is perfect. If it takes time to bathe, then—
“I will give you a bath, if that’s what you need, if that’s what will make this work.”
My belly jumps. “How?” I reach for my clothes on the floor, trying not to think about the tail he’s curling around my leg and the way it makes me tremble. “Where?”
“There is a creek.”
“Okay,” I say, before thinking more on it.
“Tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“I will bathe you, and you will take my spill tonight.”
The hunger returns to his face as he licks the rest of the blood off his lips. I watch as this large, serpentine male grabs his cock, squeezes the bulge in the middle, and pushes it back into the scales at his pelvic region. I blow out air in relief.
It doesn’t last long.
My pulse, which was beginning to slow, thrums back to life. “Isn’t it night right now?”
“Yes, female, it is.”
Great. Just great.
I turn around and dress, feeling the burn of his black eyes fucking me, unable to get the image of his tail penetrating me out of my head. I’ve gained a couple of hours with my lame excuse… How am I going to survive another night? I can’t sleep or pretend to sleep forever.
“And then I get to see the tech?” I say, far too absently for my liking. I press my palms to my eyes.
“Yesss.”
At least I’m getting out of this hole. I can run again if I must.
He’ll bring his spear...
“Okay,” I breathe, scurrying to the bunker’s exit when I finish putting on my boots.
His arm wraps around me and pulls me close, lifting me off the ground. I shriek, being pressed flush against his hard form.
He’s never going to give me the chance to run.
Thirteen
A Bath
Vruksha
My mate confounds me and is destroying everything I thought I knew about females—human females. The screens left much out.
The taste of her arousal is in my mouth and her warm, wet sheath wrapped around the tip of my member allows me to forgive the lies of the technology I’ve lived my life by. Perhaps every female is different, and that is why the screens didn’t tell me the difficulties of getting one to submit.